Page 75 of Finding Little Fiera

She bucked against his hand as he scissored his fingers inside her, milking every second of her orgasm from her. Her juices flooded her pussy. As she came back down, he slid lower and lapped up all her juices, loving the taste of her. Loving the way her pussy quavered against his face.

Moving back up her body, he spent time worshipping her taut, rosy nipples, rolling one between his thumb and finger as he licked and sucked the other. He pressed the rock-hard length of his cock against her mound, and she rocked against him. He’d reach the end of his rope when it came to being inside her.

He kissed his way to the shell of her ear. “Daddy’s going to fuck you now, little one.” He loved the shiver his words gave her. “How long has it been for you?”

“It’s been a long time, Daddy. But I want you inside me so bad.” Fear laced her words, like she was afraid he’d stop. Yeah, there was zero chance of that happening.

“This may be a little uncomfortable at first, but I promise I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

“I want this, Daddy. I want to feel you inside me.”

She was so pretty when she begged. “Daddy’s going to take care of you, babygirl. I want to be inside you, too.”

Lining his dick up with her entrance, he worked his way in, going so slowly he thought he might not make it before something exploded—his cock, his mind—something, anyway. He watched her face for any signs of discomfort, but all he saw was desire. “You’re doing so good, babygirl, taking Daddy’s bigcock inside your hot pussy. You’re so tight. Baby, you feel so good.”

He forced himself to pause, to give her a chance to adjust to his cock. He hadn’t been lying. He was a big man.

Before he could ask if she was ready, she wrapped her legs around his hips and thrust hers up to meet him. Well, all righty then.

Taking the cue, he met her thrust and set up a slow, steady rhythm. He lowered his face to her neck, pressing kisses to the column of her throat and licking the shell of her ear.

He increased the pace of his thrusts, plunging in and out of her, relishing the way his balls slapped against her taint. He knew she was about to come when her channel walls began to quiver.

“Scream my name when you come, babygirl.”

And scream she did as her pussy pulsated around him. “Daddy! Mace, oh… oh god, Daddy!”

And that was all it took to send him over the edge. His thrusts grew harder, faster. The feel of her velvet channel squeezing him was exquisite. His balls tightened, and he finally buried himself deep within her and let go. He’d never come so hard in his life. He rolled then over so that she lay on top of him.

Warm and pliant, she melted against him, her cheek resting against his chest. “I think we managed to be quiet,” she murmured.

He let out a low, amused grunt, tightening his hold.

Quiet? Hardly.

She’d been a lot louder than she thought. But still, he was never one to miss an opportunity. “Well then, I reckon we need another go,” he said, his voice thick with promise, and they did exactly that.

Chapter Twenty-Five

At last, Mother Nature decided to play nice. In Fiera’s experience, early August in southwestern Montana could’ve gone either way, but today, their last morning on the Ranch, she gifted them a stunner. The sky stretched wide and impossibly blue. Sunlight poured down, warm and golden, across the rolling land. The mountains stood tall in the distance, their peaks sharp against the horizon, while the breeze carried the clean scent of sun-warmed pine, wild grass, and river water.

The fields were still lush, stubbornly green, and the only things drifting on the wind were cottonwood fluff and the faint promise of heat easing toward evening. The air held that high-summer sweetness. The sun warmed her skin without the oppressive heat of July.

“You didn’t even have to tell me to wear my sunglasses, Daddy,” she said as she skipped next to him.

The night before had been the best she’d ever known… and totally exhausting. Thankfully, Master Derek had arranged something with the airlines so she could ride home with her Daddy instead of flying. Long truck rides were better for napping.

“I noticed, babygirl. I’m glad we didn’t have to start the day off with a spanking. It’ll make riding in the truck easier.”

Oh, she’d be sore sitting down today, but for the best reasons. Her Daddy had done things to her last night that she hadn’t even known existed. That would be the main reason she needed to nap on the way home.

They were headed back to Wilder. Together. She had a Daddy! A Daddy who cared about her. A Daddy who she was already falling in love with, and who felt the same about her. Life couldn’t get much better.

The only regret she had was that she never got her painting back from the art show. She’d really wanted to give it to Master Mace, but now that wasn’t going to happen. He said she could paint him another one, and that was true. But it wouldn’t be the one from Rawhide Ranch.

“Let’s head to the cafeteria, little one. We’ll have one last stack of Chef Connor’s pancakes before we go.”

“Yay! I love pancakes. I heard that they celebrate National Pancake Day. Did you know there evenwasa pancake day? My favorite is chocolate chip pancakes with chocolate syrup and chocolate milk on the side. What’s your favorite, Daddy?”